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Thomas Peel

Male | 40s | 5 to 10 minutes
Starts on page 86

EXTRACT: I see a golden sun. Full pelt, it is! And furry? Who knows? Never mind that. There’s no run. Halfway on top of the earth upside down we be, out in the centre. And of course the sun will not move. You tell me who said it had to? There’s a single to extra cover. New people moving around the new Peel Fold Manor, what? Won’t there ever be! Newbies. Revolving orbs. Damn the old northern sun!